Satirically Sarcastic Rhyming Bells  Of Logic & Maniacal Alliteration

Satirically Sarcastic Rhyming Bells Of Logic & Maniacal Alliteration

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Philosophical thought of reality's all to surreal reality of this world which in we do live, struggle, and, sadly, do die ...


Satirically Sarcastic Rhyming Bells

Of Logic & Maniacal Alliteration

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2017 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved


Hear 'O eyes and ears that comprehend:

Let cognizance reign as one true friend.

Allow your watered down mind to mend!


Set the stage in rage upon page,

let there be no doubt as to who

dost pout, and who hast clout!


Wash your mind in a glue goo,

the sticky icky of fools in pain.

Solvent dost empty your brain,

for kings who shalt never refrain!

Gather up wits as precious thoughts!


Hast thou a thought truly thine own?

Sink your teeth into my rant of a tome.

Listen and listen well:

Daily, we are mind fucked,

without provision of contraceptive's

cushion of a mental rubber!


Free is singularity of mind

that dost not take the time

to contemplate, nor meditate

(as a foolishly naïve knave),

that it has been taken hostage,

rendered a captive and a slave,

by wantonly watery waves

of an overtly covert agenda's,

cleverly cloaked assault

upon vulnerably

-- unsuspecting minds.


Minds to be ravaged,

reaped and raped,

of virginity's functionality --

stripped of origin of original

originality via a KY Jelly's

slippery-subtle stroking

(for future plan's poking)

in pragmatically placid

lubrication's preparation

for spreading well caressed,

dripping wet and swollen



Cranial hemispheres,

ever so unconsciously,


in order to seduce,

and, thus, stimulate

vulva-clitoris-like-frontal lobes

in perfectly tined application

of a determinedly hard prick's

well prodded neuro-penetration:


of date-raped-by-deception-drugged minds

that have been well forked

(porked to the vulva hilt & tined2).


Human minds, porked and tined,

to lackadaisically lie aimlessly wasted

in a cranium's darkened space

between two ears that feign to hear

without hearing anything, whatsoever, at all

in the dimly lit shadows of eyes that see,

but are ever so keenly unaware

of their ill fated existence

as peerless portals of blindness,

in leading the breeding of zombie-like

Intelligently-Stupid Walking-Dead cadavers.


Intelligently-Stupid Sheeple-People Cattle

who shall never tread upon horizon's

thresholds of independent thinking,

outside the mental prison's


of a delusion's confusion

of the cleverest of illusions

ever to be craftily conceived

by the mystically maniacal managerial

minds of candidly-cunning

cleverest conniving men.


Cleverest conniving men,

foolishly embraced as Leaders,3

do reign in opportunistic existence

as Humanity leeching bleeders,

that feign themselves friends

to the very masses upon which

are made mentally conditioned passes,

in peddling the mind melding meddling wares

that render them totally unawares

(in simplistic idioms of idiot's ignorance)

that they have been bought, and sold,

a most blatantly bold bill of good's thrills

instilled by virtual reality's Robbing Hoods.


Thugs and Criminals aptly attired

as Political and Religious Leaders:

Men who steal from the mentally poor

made into mental w****s wanting more

of that enchantingly elusive lore

of which dreams galore are made,

in the shady shade,

of titillatingly tantalizing trees

full of beautiful, buzzing, lying bees,

whose funny-money-honey does please,

and mentally appease,

in promiscuously placating platitudes

of primrose paths of plenteous prosperity:

Heaven and Utopia are but a day away!


And yet, Logan's Run4

was only fun for Sandmen,

but never for Runners

all too cognizant of fatality's reality:

That promised Heaven's Utopia

is but a disguised Dystopian delusion

of Human minds deceptively possessed,

in outright onerously ontological obsession

of embracing errantly illogical thinking

of placing gritty grimy grasping hands

upon the vicariously vaporous vestiges

of a coldly callous concept that adeptly addicts

those whom (in porking's forking) it sticks-n-tricks

as it injects an intracranial hypnotic hallucinogen's

mind befuddling Blind Faith5 belief in that,

which is assuredly not a solution, nor an answer,

but the mental enslavement of all Mankind.


Mankind duped by men as Humanity,

through foolish trust's belief in a terminology

whose magical morphological etymology

is whimsically mythological at best

and easily laid to rest as wishful thinking

that seeks to give substantially

mind numbing succulent substance

to the wildly wily woolly schemes

of slyly slithering slippery dreams

that have no place in the fundamentally

frigidly fraught fatality of our common fate,

in enduring all life's languishing lamentations

of the literal and grisly guttural gullibility

permeating our repetitively redundant,

all too often repugnant, surreal reality,

all dressed up in the dainty dirty drawers of

noblest gestures and proclamation's summations

called Freedom by a Slothful Society,

but seldom experienced as Freedom that births Liberty.


Freedom, a most noble concept

(existing only within the confines

of the Human mind

in stirring men's imaginations

to aspirations of attainment

often deemed as worth dying for),

has only a fleeting relevance

within the practical structuring of

Civilizations and Societies,

and the Right of Might prowess

of reigning and aspiring nations,

who do prey upon those nations

who are tinier and weaker,

all to often beneath the banner of

Democracy and Self Determination

in depriving such invaded nations

of their sovereignty now negated

as acceptably overrated and out dated.


For Freedom is like the wind,

which can be felt but never seen,

and can never be possessed or contained

(lest it die in ceasing to exist

as wind & virtual living air),

as even the wind

is not free of the control

of those very forces of Nature which steer it

as a subservient captive.


Freedom, like the wind,

is quite often manifested

as a nonexistent-and-dead calm,

or gently breezy, gusty and, at times,

a life consuming destructive force

that cannot be reckoned with

by mere mortal men,

thereby, rendering Freedom

that fondest fought for fodder

of fastidiously fraught finicky fools

who believe we are actually free,

and can possess Freedom.


The result is that of magically

rendering Freedom sought

(Freedom thought as gained and attained),

an almost direly necessary delusion,

a delusion of heart and mind that requires

we maintain the delusion's elusive illusion,

lest we, too, cease to exist -- and, so, we cling

to the fantasy of Freedom

while those opportunistically

deceptive leaders continue to capitalize,

upon our necessitated weakness,

as they lead us to mickey-poisoned-waters

with the perpetual sugar-before-a-horse-hope

of gainingattaining and preserving

that flickering flame of light

(burning within the hearts of men)

called Freedom 

Author's Note: The above photo of sheep, wearing bells around their necks as locating/tracking devices, depicts the peoples of America & the World whom I choose to term as Sheeple-People Cattle6 -- fed & bred for milking, shearing, watering & slaughtering -- living apathetically complacent lives beneath a deception's cloak of freedom, while their ears hear only the agenda broadcast to them by the Media & Powers that be, & their eyes remain fixated only upon that which they are intended to see, as the jingling bells of ever increasing surveillance (cell phone cameras & videos, coupled with the alluringly spider-like entanglements of the Internet's World Wide Web linked to artificial intelligence eavesdroppers such as Google's Voice Search, Amazon's Alexa, or Apple's Siri) monitor their every move” -- Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

(Written January 12th, 2017)

© 2023 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Author's Note

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Evidential Footnotes:

1. Tine — A prong or sharp point, such as that on a fork or antler.

2. DIS-Information — Information that seems truthful, relevant and based on unbiased facts, but has been concocted to mislead the recipient in order to attain fraudulent monetary, military, political, or religious objectives. The information explosion has been continuously shadowed by an almost equally powerful disinformation explosion, especially on the internet. Read more:
3. Tine — A prong or sharp point, such as that on a fork or antler.

4. Leaders — I allude to those in lofty positions of leadership, who quite often rule—covertly and sight unseen—within academic, scientific, financial, religious, political, and military fields of acquired (or inherited) expertise in the art of subtlety.

5. Logan's Run — Logan's Run is a 1976 American science fiction film directed by Michael Anderson and starring Michael York, Jenny Agutter, Richard Jordan, Roscoe Lee Browne, Farrah Fawcett, and Peter Ustinov. The screenplay by David Zelag Goodman is based on Logan's Run by William E. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson. It depicts a dystopian future society in which population and the consumption of resources are maintained in equilibrium by killing everyone who reaches the age of thirty, preventing overpopulation. The story follows the actions of Logan 5, a "Sandman", as he runs from society's lethal demand.

6. Blind Faith — belief without true understanding, perception, or discrimination.

7. Sheeple-People — A word and term I find myself favoring in my attempt to communicate the all too factual reality that people tend to allow themselves — even seem to want — to be led, watered, and fed, much like sheep, trusting others with decisions and truths regarding their lives, their futures, their welfare, and their safety, rather then shouldering up such responsibilities themselves as individuals, in finding and enjoying the comfort of numbers. The word sheeple was first coined by actress and Wall Street Journal writer, Barbara Anderson, in 1984.

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Logan’s run I remember a futuristic sci fi movie , a good movie of it’s time. A great title here, loved it. I had to read a few times, just loved it. A brilliant write so well done. One of my favs of yours. Lots to chew on Marvin.

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Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
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